I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 38 I only have this one face, so you'd better save your breath from embarrassment.

Li is like a stubborn donkey that's gone mad; not even eight horses could pull him back.

He rushed back to the top of the cliff and jumped off without thinking!

I'm so determined, I don't care if I get smashed to pieces.

In modern times, he couldn't even ride a pirate ship, so this was the first time he had ever tried a drop tower. The dizziness and fear caused by weightlessness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

A series of jumbled thoughts flooded my mind:

If he were to be crippled like this, he might actually benefit from the misfortune, and Mei Shiyu would have to take full responsibility, and he would never be able to get rid of him for the rest of his life!

Or to put it bluntly, if he falls to his death, given Mei Shiyu's personality, he'll definitely remember him for the rest of his life, haunting him relentlessly and making him unable to forget him.

Haha! If that's really the case, it doesn't seem so bad.

A fleeting thought, utterly insane.

As Li Tingyun leaped, his body flew ahead, while his soul chased after it.

His vision went black... and he knew nothing more.

I don't know how much time passed before I slowly woke up on Mei Shiyu's back.

The noise of people around me made me feel like I had walked into a bustling city street. The shouts and calls of vendors grew clearer and clearer, and buyers and sellers were engaged in a heated bargaining match.

After a moment of mental blankness, he realized that he hadn't died from being on his master's back, so he shamelessly leaned close to his ear, inhaling the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, and asked:

"Master, am I crippled?"

Mei Shiyu paused, the scorching breath spraying behind his ear. For a moment, he wanted to throw this unlucky disciple out!

A rough voice interrupted, "Of course not! Your master caught you down there, how could he let you fall and get crippled? Young man, you were born in the Year of the Tiger, weren't you? Don't be so reckless!"

Li Tingyun jolted awake and became fully conscious.

He hugged Mei Shiyu's neck tightly and buried his head in it, only then realizing how shameful, inexplicable, and foolish he had been to jump off the cliff in a moment of impulse!

How embarrassing! It's so incredibly embarrassing!

"Let go, get down."

Mei Shiyu's ears burned, and she had no choice but to speak up to remind him.

Li Tingyun said "Oh" and quickly jumped off his back.

Feeling embarrassed, he said, "Master, have I embarrassed you?"

"Yes."

Mei Shiyu didn't try to hide anything from him, saying bluntly, "I only have this one face, so you'd better save yourself the trouble."

Li Tingyun: "..."

After making a joke at him, Wang Wu squatted down in front of the stall again, picked up an unknown book, and continued negotiating with the vendor:

"Sell me this cultivation manual for ten spirit stones. I dare say, no one else could be as generous as me!"

"Aren't you ashamed! The original price was one hundred spirit stones, and you cut it by ninety percent! Hey, tell me, are you here to do business or to sabotage my business?!"

"Of course we're doing business. If you dare to ask for an exorbitant price, I'll dare to negotiate a lower price."

"Alright! One price, fifty spirit stones!"

Li Tingyun lowered his gaze, glancing at the inferior goods sold at the street stalls and the peddler spouting nonsense.

boring.

Looking around, he didn't know where he was in the city, but he probably hadn't been asleep for long, maybe only a dozen minutes.

Mei Shiyu woke up not long after he and Wang Wu entered the market.

"Master, let's go."

"Wait a minute."

Li Tingyun looked at Mei Shiyu, his meaning probably not being to wait for Wang Wu and the vendor to finish arguing.

He received Mei Shiyu's voice in his mind: "There is a cultivator of considerable strength nearby. He just released a wisp of spiritual energy, as if he was probing us."

The spiritual energy quickly disappeared, but the person remained lurking around them.

Mei Shiyu pondered, "He seems to be hostile towards us, but then again, he doesn't seem to be. It's an indescribable feeling, very strange."

Li Tingyun asked, "Could it be Si Wuxie?"

"No, this is an unfamiliar aura."

Mei Shiyu frowned and said, "I can't even tell whether he cultivates immortality or demonic arts."

Li Tingyun then asked, "Is it possible... to cultivate both immortality and demonic arts?"

The two of them thought of the Taiji Hall at the same time, but their solution was interrupted by a shout, and the inspiration in their minds vanished in an instant.

Li Tingyun was very unhappy and glanced at Wang Wu.

Wang Wu jumped to his feet, holding the manual in his hand, and questioned the vendor: "That's not right! Open it yourself and take a look. It's completely blank, there aren't any words inside! Are you trying to scam me?"

The peddler had a square face and a very proper tone. He explained to him, "You pay with one hand and receive the goods with the other. Once you have paid enough spirit stones, take this book and walk about two and a half miles. Then you can open it and see the words."

Li Tingyun suddenly grabbed Wang Wu's flailing right arm, examined the book in his hand closely, and read the title aloud: "Ling, Guang, Shen, Jue... Ling Guang Shen Jue?!"

Upon hearing his voice, Mei Shiyu also turned her gaze over and said slowly, "The Lingguang Divine Technique is a cultivation method of the Taiji Palace, created by Xia Changfeng of Zhuque City. It belongs to the 'Yin Meridian' category..."

As is well known, the cultivation methods of immortal cultivators belong to the "Yang Meridian," while those who cultivate demons belong to the "Yin Meridian." Theoretically, the two cannot be integrated, and in reality, forcibly merging them will not end well.

Trying to have your cake and eat it too will easily lead to trouble.

If a cultivator uses a cultivation technique or manual that belongs to the "Yin Meridian" category, they are very likely to fall into the demonic path during cultivation, or even explode and die.

If a demon cultivator uses a cultivation technique or manual belonging to the "Yang Meridian" category, their cultivation will not only fail to improve, but will also rapidly regress, and they will never be able to become a demon even after ten lifetimes.

However, there are always exceptions, and the Taiji Hall is a special case.

From the time of its master Li Tingyun, the Taiji Hall has followed the path of cultivating both immortals and demons, forming its own school and creating its own techniques—essentially a mixture of the "yin meridian" and "yang meridian" approaches.

The cultivation methods of Taiji Hall are unclear in terms of which specific school they belong to, but they are generally recognized in the cultivation world as belonging to the "Yin Meridian" school and are not revered by the orthodox path.

In the human realm, it is extremely rare to see the secret manuals, magical artifacts, elixirs, and other items that have been passed down from the Taiji Palace.

But within this territory, in this border market, anything is possible, and finding a copy of "Lingguang Divine Technique" is not difficult.

Li Tingyun shook the manual he had taken from Wang Wu, and couldn't help but wonder: He was a cultivator, and his cultivation method belonged to the "Yang Meridian," so why did he need to refer to the Taiji Hall's cultivation method?

However, he soon figured it out.

"You want to find a way to break the Yin-Yang Curse from here?"

Wang Wu's thoughts had been guessed, so there was nothing left to hide.

"Isn't it said that the Yin-Yang Curse I was afflicted with is of the fire element? Isn't the shopkeeper who cast the curse on me from Suzaku City? I'll get a book written by their city lord and see if I can find a way to break the curse."

Well, it's like this:

For example, an ordinary person suffering from a terminal illness but lacking the money for treatment might delve into foreign medical literature that is completely unrelated to their own field of expertise, determined to cure themselves.

Their shining scientific spirit and their indomitable belief in life despite their disabilities are deeply moving.

"Don't waste your time. Even if you buy this book, it might not be genuine. Even if it is, you might not understand it. And even if you do understand it, you won't be able to find a way to break the curse."

Li Tingyun said bluntly, "You can consider it. Give me the ten spirit stones you used to buy the book, and I have a way to get you a miraculous elixir that will cure your illness instantly. Are you in or not?"

Wang Wu snatched the manual from his hand, "Go away, you brat, stop talking nonsense and don't cause me any trouble!"

Li Tingyun shrugged. "Fine, you refused yourself. He never repeats himself."

He stood quietly to the side, watching Wang Wu and the small vendor engage in the third round of bargaining, finally settling on a price of twenty-five spirit stones.

Then, Wang Wu mysteriously pulled out a magical artifact from his bosom.

From the outside, it looks like a dice cup, used to shake dice when playing dominoes.

Wang Wu threw five spirit stones into the dice cup, turned it upside down, and the cup landed face down, but no spirit stones landed.

He was muttering incantations as he shook the dice cup.

Finally, he took the five spirit stones from the dice cup and handed them to the vendor.

"Look at my five spirit stones, are they worth your asking price of twenty-five?"

The vendor took a closer look and immediately said, "Yes! Yes!"